Her grin was wide enough to rip me shreds when I reached for her, pulling her into the crook of my arm. She was sweaty and flushed and naked, and I needed to tell her exactly what I thought of her at that moment.

“You are absolutely stunning.”

13. Harper

13

My eyes fluttered open and a smile instantly crept up my face. Remembering I fell asleep in his arms last night after what was likely the most magical experience of my life.

The only thing that could have made it better was if I didn’t bite my tongue from screaming his name.

“Morning beautiful,” his voice, that was so different to me now. That was the only voice I ever wanted to hear with that same endearment. How could I have been so blind?

They’re night and day.

“Morning,” I stretched in his luxurious bed and watched his smile glow in the morning light as he looked back at me.

“How’d you sleep?”

I shrugged. “Just fine.” How do you tell someone who refused to give you his real name that you slept better last night—in his arms—than you had in over a year?

He seemed disappointed in my response so I moved into him and yelped when my inner thigh grazed something hard.

“Oh, I’m sorry—I don’t usually sleep with pants on, I must have pushed them off in the middle of the night.”

I pressed my lips together and he laughed. “It’s not going to bite you sweetheart, I promise.” He moved me back onto the pillows, “my mouth on the other hand…” He bit my bottom lip, pulling it slightly before releasing, then trailed tiny bites all along my jaw and neck, making me squirm until he reached one nipple, taking it in his mouth, sucking and biting. His cock nudged against my wetness and I rocked my hips.

A warm hand gripped my hip, holding it in place and I writhed beneath him, wanting more.

I wanted to say his name. God how I wanted to say it, to beg him to touch me more. But when his long fingers delved into me, I gasped. “Oh God.”

My eyes flew open to find a wide grin on his face. “Sorry, my dick told me if I didn’t do something about this,” he slid up and down the wetness, brushing my clit, “then he would.”

“You’re impossible,” I breathed.

He ignored me, whispering a mixture of sweet and dirty words to me, teasing me with small strokes until he heard me say the word “please” and within seconds, he had me coming undone with his powerful fingers.

“How’s your brother?” I finally asked after we’d both showered, separately, and met in his kitchen. August was in gray sweats and a white t-shirt, pouring himself a cup of coffee as I seated myself on one of the bar stools.